Page 71 of Ruin My Life
His hand clamps around my jaw and jerks my face toward his, hard enough to send a bolt of pain through my neck.
“Well, let’s make a deal then. However long you take to get this shit done, that’s how long my payment will require.”
The word echoes in my head.
“Payment?” I ask, each syllable burning like acid in my throat.
He hums near my ear. “Boss said she’d compensate me for the trouble. I told her a little extra time with you seemed like fair trade. Not every day I’m hired to wrangle a pretty little hacker.”
My skin goes cold.
Whether I get that information or not—whether I survive the night—one thing is certain: I’m not leaving untouched.
Think, Brie. Think fast.
He continues like we’re chatting over dinner. “Maybe if you’re a good little whore, I’ll convince the boss to still give you that intel. Anything’s possible, yeah?”
The elevator stops with a softding.
He pushes me out into a silent, dimly lit hallway. The carpet muffles our steps as he walks me to the last door at the very end. When he finally lets go of my arm, I can already feel the outline of his fingerprints bruising beneath my skin.
He fumbles in his coat pocket for the keycard, but his other hand never moves from the blade. He’s watching me too closely. Reading every breath.
I can’t reach for my gun—he’d gut me before I even got close.
He’s trained. Professional. A merc, maybe. Or worse—ex-military.
I need a distraction. Something unexpected.
The lockbeeps.
He opens the door and nudges me inside.
And I stop cold.
There—sitting on the foot of the queen-sized bed, one leg bent, hands draped over his knees—isDamon King.
His dark eyes snap to mine the second I cross over the threshold.
His jaw is tight. His glare is all fire and ice.
But his presence?
It’s mysalvationin wolves’ clothing.
“Hello,little rose,” he says, voice smooth as sin. “Is this a bad time for me to say I told you so?”
Chapter Fifteen
Damon
THE BURLY MAN BEHINDBRIANNA REACTSfast—as if instinct alone tells him he’s fucked.
He yanks her flush against his chest and raises a hilariously small knife to her throat. It looks like something ripped off a homicidal teddy bear at a carnival.
Cute.Pointless.
“How the hell did you get in here?” he barks, scanning the suite like I crawled in through the goddamn vents.
